Michael The Archangel Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

Alone, in the woods,
stands Michael the Archangel.

The birds silence their singing in his presence,
and the trees' leaves shake from his power.

An iridescent being of light,
two massive white wings folded behind his back,
a sword of light hangs at his side.

His brilliance blots out the sun,
no creature can stand his brightness,
devils attack him from every side,
but he overpowers them
with a mere glance.

Lucifer sends his dragons,
horrific creatures of bellowing blue flames,
to destroy the angel.

Saint Michael sighs,
the dragons bite him,
but are annihilated by his mere presence.

Finally left in peace,
the archangel kneels
and gives glory to God.